Chapter 292 Above the White Clouds

After a short conversation, Wang Chan and the Taoist in Qingyi tested each other, but they didn't take any advantage. That is to say, the breath can't deter the other party, and it doesn't make the other party's mental state reveal even a little flaw before the war. If you want to distinguish between high and low, you can only see the real chapter under your hands now.

At this time, in fact, both sides have understood that one of them wants to kill people and the other wants to protect people. No matter how much they say, it is useless. Moreover, Wang Chan, who killed the people, still took the initiative. If the Taoist in Qingyi who protects people wants to save Lin Zhendong behind him, it is inevitable that he will be involved in an extra part of his energy and mind by this outsider in the next period of time.

Killing Taoist people in Qingyi is fake by any means. Whether it's a sneak attack or an assassination, it won't be of much use. For people like them, they can always monitor all their own movements within a few hundred meters. Any assassination, sniper, and want to pose a threat to them are like a dream.

Only when you start with a real knife and a real gun, control everything in the battlefield with real kung fu, or force crush, kill unstoppable like Mount Tai, or don't take a way, so that the opponent has to be distracted, make him have scruples, and then he can win.

Sure enough, when the Taoist suddenly closed his mouth, Wang Chan's eyes swept over Lin Zhendong in the hall, and immediately made the old man who once held power suddenly rise in his heart. It was as if he was walking alone in the mountain forest and unconsciously stared at by the beast in the distance. There is a dense layer of goose bumps on the body.

The skin of the brain is numb, and the back of the spine is cold! I couldn't help shivering a few times.

Of course, up to now, there will be no bodyguards around Lin Zhendong. With a strangeness here, more than a dozen big men immediately rushed out from the back of the hall. Everyone described them as tough, each with a weapon, and suddenly surrounded Lin Zhendong in the middle and slowly retreated back.

And among them, there are also several very fierce masters of the Lin family. His eyes are red, and he suddenly rises, and he is about to rush out of the palace and Wang Chanhuo.

These people are the most elite dead men cultivated by the Lin family for decades. They are not only proficient in boxing and martial arts, but also shaped by the most advanced military theory in modern society. They are usually used to protect the most important core figures of the Lin family. They can jump out to block bullets at critical times. Loyalty.

However, these people are well trained, but Wang Chan is a hundred times faster than them.

"Unfortunately, you will eventually die under my hands."

Wang Chan held the gun body in both hands, stared at the tip of the gun, and spoke leisurely in his mouth, but there was no expression on his face. At this moment, the momentum he had been brewing all over his body for a long time seemed to suddenly become as if nothing, and he only concentrated all his mind on the big gun in his hand. Even at this moment, he completely forgot his opponent and himself.

Even if there is a fight between ordinary people, they dare not do it. Those who always look forward and backward when they do it will be beaten into a pig's head in the end! Because if you think too much, you will have scruples in your heart, and you will not dare to be cruel, and you will not be able to exert your strength! Since you have done it, you should never be afraid, don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of trouble, either don't fight, or you won't die if you fight. This truth is not only applicable to ordinary people's hand-to-hand combat, but also to masters of boxing and martial arts.

Wang Zongyue, a famous Taiji in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, was also good at shooting. He once left a copy of "Yin Fu Gun Spectrum". Its source is said to be the "Yellow Emperor Yin Fu Jing" born from the military family. Later, it evolved into the "Thirteenth Guns of Taiji" in Taijiquan, among which there were several executions. It's about Wang Chan's current state of war.

"The heart must look at the hand gun, and the hand looking at the gun is always its own. After refining the elixir into nine turns, the heart is fascinated with the gunner!"

Masters practice guns. After practicing to the most profound level, the human gun is one, and the heart and hands are integrated. Once you start to fight with people, you will forget the enemy and me. The six relatives do not recognize it. As long as the big gun is pricked out, it will immediately be a gun dance dragon and snake, which is not unfavorable.

The ancient general was trapped in the camp and was not afraid of many others. A gun danced, like a python wrapped around the tree, back and forth, protecting the people and horses, moving forward and retreating hard. The gun head was everywhere. If you touch it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will die. Only when you have entered this state of selflessness can you not be afraid of life and death!

Then, Wang Chan exhaled gently. Before the voice fell to the ground, he suddenly took a big step forward.

He stepped out of this step and landed. There were many masters on the scene. The dead men around Lin Zhendong had sharp eyes, but no one could really see Wang Chan's movements at this time. They only felt that they were suddenly shaking in the hall, and the ground shook. After a blink of an eye, Wang Chan The whole person had stepped into the hall and arrived in front of the Taoist in Qingyi.

At the same time, the big gun in his hand also rose steeply against the ground, like a poisonous dragon coming out of the hole.

Buzz, buzz!

Wang Chan raised his hand and held the handle of the big gun. From the beginning of the gun, he drew a silver line. Between the shaking of the eight-length gun body, the sound was like the bells of the ancient temple in the middle of the night. It was loud, melodious, and the air vibrating, among which there was a piercing sound and shrilling roar from the air with the tip of the gun breaking through. , he poked at the upper three roads of the man on the opposite side.

In the hall, Lin Zhendong, who was still retreated at this time, and the light flashed in his eyes. Although he did not know martial arts skills, he felt the most sensitive. This time, he looked up and saw the scene that was instantly fixed in his eyes, as if a vivid and ferocious poisonous dragon suddenly flew out of Wang Chan's hand, opening. With a big mouth, he bit the Taoist in Qingyi.

Wang Chan's gun swayed, and the head of the gun swallowed, like a spiritual snake spitting a letter. In an instant, the sound of sneering through the air echoed fiercely in the whole hall, so that people could not know at a glance where his shot came from. I felt that in front of me, the light was dazzling, and the cold air and cold light were close to my eyebrows.

The boxing scripture says that "the stick is afraid of nodding and the gun is afraid of the circle", which means that once the big gun shakes, the gun head swings randomly, and the immortals are difficult to prevent. One move to break the enemy is unambiguous. With one shot, thousands of plum blossoms, even if the opponent wears heavy armor, he can break the heart goggles in his chest and drill in.

Guns and flowers are deadly. I don't know which one to block.

The big gun pierces people. The point is to pierce it thoroughly, don't pierce it, and you can go back at a little bit. The killing is based on the strength of the gun. With a shake, the hole entered is only the thickness of the gun body, but the muzzle can be expanded to the thickness of the bowl. As long as it is poked, no one can survive.

This is the real power of the soldier's big gun. Prick your legs and break your roots, and tie your waist over your legs! Once you realize any magic power from it, it will immediately be a ghost crying and howling, and the world can go.

You can imagine that a goose egg is thick, eight feet long, and more heavy and tough than any steel alloy. What kind of scene will it be like if it is stuck out in the hands of a person who has the power of nine cows and two tigers? No matter who is, as long as he is stabbed in the body by this shot, regardless of whether he is a mortal or a fairy, he will be shot.

Even when he saw Wang Chan's shot out, Lin Zhendong even suspected that this shot could penetrate the whole mountain. Under such an attack, the only way he can think of is to retreat or dodge, which is the most undesirable.

Pong!

On the contrary, the Taoist in Qingyi, who bears the most fierce momentum of Wang Chan, is also extremely nervous in the face of such a fierce blow!

This can be clearly seen from his suddenly closed eyes.

Moreover, he didn't seem to expect that under Wang Chan's first move, a simple shot came over, and the momentum power actually reached such a point. Although he did not use any magic secret method, he only relied on Wang Chan's move to lift up and drum up the strength of the whole hall. This man's heart It is also known that Wang Chan's attack is a pure means of violence.

The soldier's killing method, you have to see blood when you take action. Once the power is fully unfolded, it is immediately like the Yangtze River, infinite, and the power is also rising with it. In terms of the degree of lethality, it is simply more terrible than any magic power in the world.

So, at this time, this man didn't dare to retreat half a step at all, and he didn't have any idea of dodging.

At the moment he opened his eyes, he frowned slightly and penetrated his roots! A fat robe sleeve suddenly roared with a gust of wind, rising up in mid-air, like a snake. When the blue light flashed, the big sleeve flew like a knife, suddenly poking out a foot away, and splitting Wang Chan's forehead like a flowing cloud and a waterfall.

At the same time, there was a sound of dragon singing from the man's big sleeve. He took a breath, and his whole body rose from the ground, like a series of winds, swaying, a blue light drilled out of the big sleeve, and almost in a blink of an eye, Wang Chan's big gun in front of his body, and hit it fiercely.

Ding!

There was another loud noise, like a sudden thunderstorm in the storm, and the blue light and the head of the big gun nodded together.

Wang Chan has been gaining momentum for a long time, and even a Liquan gun that could poke a hole in an iron mountain was actually blocked by this Taoist.

Full of murderous spirit, it suddenly felt like a surge!

However, after this, the two moves between the Taoist in Qingyi's hands were all failed because of this. As soon as his big sleeves were split halfway, he was immediately shaken to pieces by the ripples generated by the intersection of Wang Chan's big gun and the blue light, and they flew like butterflies in the sky.

And as soon as the man's arm came out, he was clearly seen by Wang Chan. Originally, under the cover of his robe sleeve, it was actually a dazzling, flexible, and the whole body was wrapped in a group of blue light.

This flying sword is three feet long, and the light on the sword is clear and uncertain. Obviously, it was not held in the hands of the Taoist in Qingyi, but it still suspended in the air by itself. When the blue light flashes, it makes a sneer like a green snake spitting a letter. It is not like a cold sword, which makes people have a The feeling of blood fusion.

"Three feet of green snake spots in the sleeve! The sword fairy flying sword has been practiced by you to become an elixir?

Wang Chan's swords intersected, and in an instant, he keenly felt that the swordsmanship of this Taoist in blue was really the most mysterious and powerful one he had ever seen. Even the Dragon Taoist, the old sword fairy swordsman of Longmen Wudang, was afraid that he would be inferior in swordsmanship.

Among other things, this Taoist in Qingyi was born in the most mysterious Shu Mountain in the world. The art of sword immortals, which is more famous than that of Longmen Wudang. At this time, the swordsmanship of this Taoist has been integrated with the sword, and the human sword has been integrated. After reaching the point of practicing swords and completing nine turns, it is obvious that he has crossed the biggest threshold in the life of the sword fairy. He has practiced the art of the sword fairy back to the right road of the Taoist Jindan Avenue and practiced the sword into an elixir.

Sword immortals refine swords and cultivate their lives without surnames. It is not the right way in Taoism. Although it is powerful and unparalleled, it is a skill, not Taoism. It has always been regarded as the left way by Taoist orthodoxy. However, it is this kind of left kung fu. Once you can get through the threshold of the sword, the essence of the whole body will be integrated with the sword, and the hardware can also be turned into sword spirit into the Dantian, which can be collected and released, warm and refined, and truly form the inner elixir.

From ancient times to the present, all people who can practice from the method of sword refining to the level of golden elixir are amazing. Their ability to control and insight into themselves are all subtle. They have really reached that people are swords, and swords are people's swordsmanship. In contrast, the dragon Taoist people find a different way to forcibly integrate swords with their bodies, and barely reach the realm of human and swords. They are really judgments, and there is nothing comparable.

"Is there really someone in the world who can refine the flying sword into the essence and use it to make elixir? It's incredible..."

Wang Chan knew that he took this shot. Even if he took it, his qi and blood would float, his whole body was scattered and his muscles and bones were numb, but this man did not even take a step back, so he started to catch it with a sword.

And once this man took action, he would never show mercy. He stretched out his hand and just pointed, and there was a blue light flashing in front of him. Unexpectedly, he slid down Wang Chan's big gun body like a snake and picked Wang Chan's throat with a sword!

After the sword fairy refines the sword into an elixir, the essence is combined with its own sword weapon. The degree of flexibility against the enemy is like its own fingers. No matter how far the distance is, the idea can be changed arbitrarily like an arm. No longer like the sword in the past, it can only go straight, but dozens of miles away can be as if holding it in hand, you can change the sword moves at will. What's more, the speed of the sword light is faster, the strength is greater, and the lethality is countless.

This man is obviously also a master of all kinds of assassination swordsmanship. Between the fights, it is simple, fast and without any tricks.

And his sword, clinging to Wang Chan's big gun, slid down from top to bottom, at a clever angle and could not be prevented.

In one move, there were several changes in attack and defense. After the opponent showed his sword in his sleeve, Wang Chan also knew that he was invincible at home and abroad, and killed at will. Now he finally met a strong enemy who could really sit on an equal footing with him.

No wonder this man dares to say wildly that no one in the world can kill the people protected by him. Sure enough, he is qualified to say this!

At the moment when the Taoist in Qingyi stabbed with a sword, Wang Chan immediately "like a light on his back" in front of him.

It was caused by a Taoist's flying sword in the air. Although he was not close to his body, the flying sword was shrouded in a layer of blue light, and his breath was sharp and unbelievable. Although there were two sword lights of Taibai sword pills outside his body, Wang Chan still felt a needle-like tingling in his throat.

At this moment, Wang Chan's big gun was completely entangled by the sliding flying sword.

In an instant, the situation turned down, and Wang Chan fell into an extremely dangerous situation.

Since Jie Dan, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart.

If you really want to be stabbed by this sword, no matter what sword light protects the body, or the thirteenth Taibao horizontal practice, it is useless. This flying sword does not need to really touch Wang Chan's body skin at all. As long as it is close, a wisp of sword gas is forced into his body in a square inch, and Wang Chan's whole body will be cut open and throat at once.

However, at this time, Wang Chan was not distracted by the huge warning sign that rose in his heart. This kind of evenly matched battle is exactly what he expects and pursues. There is no battle, no killing, which is called the way of soldiers. The huge danger is often accompanied by huge opportunities at the same time. Therefore, in the gap between the rotation of the mind and the fingers of dozens of the fingers, Wang Chan suddenly made a big mouth, like a lion roaring. From the Dantian, the bones and organs of the whole body roared two syllables "scold" and "Zha", and directly poured into two colors like blood. In jade-like hands.

Taoist truth.

The magic sound.

The two syllables roared by Wang Chan were directly supported by his seven-killing knives. Suddenly, his two hands, from the lower arm, the blood soared.

Before the elixir, if he abused the truth, only two syllables would be enough to make Wang Chan kill 10,000 enemies and hurt himself 8,000. But now, his magic sound blessing method, the method of shaking the potential of his whole body, can be used as much as he wants.

It was too late. At that time, Wang Chan spit out a word this time. He suddenly pinched one hand into a tiger's claw and went up along the barrel of the gun. He grabbed the seven inches of the flying sword like a green snake.

When the Taoist's flying sword was only half a foot away from Wang Chan, the momentum suddenly stopped, and the sword light swallowed, but it could not move forward in proportion! The blue light grasped by Wang Chan was shattered and obliquely tilted to one side.

At the same time, after catching the flying sword, Wang Chan immediately returned the color.

The big gun in his hand turned and protected his body. The two Taibai sword pills outside crossed left and right, silently. The big scissors twisted the Taoist on the opposite side fiercely, and unexpectedly fought with the flying sword close to his opponent.

Wang Chan's sword light is like a rainbow. What's more violent is that he now has a Yue Wang Liquan gun in his hand, which is eight feet long. Between the swings, he can not only protect his whole body in a yellow light, which is impenetrable, and the tip of the gun more than two feet long is flying in the air, drawing one with one. A big gun flower.

Pear flower gun in gunfight.

No woo-woo-woo! It seemed to be a ghost crying and howling, bursting out from the tip of the gun, mixed with the sound of gold and iron hitting each other like wind knives and iron swords.

Yin in one hand, yang in the other hand, yin and yang meet ghosts and gods, and a pear flower presses begonia!

In this moment, Wang Chan was almost full of magic power. First, the seven-killing blood knife, and then the Taibai flying sword. At this time, he danced the big gun, sitting in the back, attacking and defending as a whole. The front end of the Liquan gun of Liu Daozi descended the dragon wood. The power bursting out at this moment was as if the spring flowers were blooming, and countless pear blossoms blooming. The beautiful scenery, but this kind of beauty is like "drinking poison to quench thirst".

The more beautiful it is, the more dangerous it is.

Tsing Yi Taoist also felt the fierce and cruel violence of the crisis.

In the face of Wang Chan's counterattack, his feet suddenly moved, and his body shook again and again like a shadow. He actually flew back in the middle of the lightning and flint with a slight difference.

The speed is so fast that it is simply dazzling, as if the whole ground has been shortened countless times in a blink of an eye according to the scale under his feet.

Shift the shape and change the shape, shrink the ground into an inch! Even in his shaking kung fu, his body was even a little faster than Wang Chan's Taibai Jianwan, because this speed was too exaggerated, giving people the feeling that his whole body was hiding in his own shadow on the ground.

Beyond the flying sword, it can almost fool people's eyes.

Unfortunately, he is fast, and Wang Chan's gun is faster.

As soon as the man dodged, he arrived at the northwest corner of the hall. At this time, Wang Chan had settled down, recovered, and then turned around under his feet. Two sword lights penetrated into the bottom of his feet, and then lifted his people up and slid forward flatly.

It seemed to be unified with the sword pills under his feet in a strange way. Wang Chan's body suddenly became as fast as the wind. No matter how fast the Qingyi Taoist method in front of him was, and even surpassed the speed of sound, he also followed him like a shadow. He followed closely, the head of the gun was swinging, and poked at the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Weird? What kind of swordsmanship is this?

It seemed that he was suddenly shocked by Wang Chan's whimsy of stepping on the sword. After flashing again and again, the Taoist in Qingyi was going to regroup and fight back, but he did not expect that Wang Chan would chase him in this way of controlling the sword, such as the ancient generals, flying clouds and fog, dancing guns to fight.

Wang Chan's big gun is extremely sharp, the head of the gun is bright, and there is looming blood. There is no doubt that this time it will be poked. Even with the magic power of this Taoist in blue, it will be pierced in the head and lower abdomen by the big gun, and a hole will come out at once.

However, this man can be regarded as a strong enemy in his life by Wang Chan. Naturally, he is also extremely powerful. In the face of this move that he had never seen before, this man was not in a hurry, and he also used the god at the bottom of the box.

The waist was slightly twisted, and the shoulders were shaken. Inside the remaining big sleeves, there was a sonorous sound, and another light shot out. Moreover, this light, the color was purple, and the sword spirit extended more than three feet away, just like a laser straight to Wang Chan's Liquan gun.

Wang Chan quickly shook his gun body, avoided the sword light, penetrated the tip of the gun, and directly returned another shot. At this time, it is not the time to hesitate at all. When you hesitate, you will miss the fighter plane. When you fight with the sword fairy of Shushan, you dare to be distracted. It is purely that you are looking for death.

So his shot was completely taken advantage of the situation. The gun was simple and straight to the extreme, but his hands were put together, and the force came from the waist. With the gun, he shrank and stretched out, and suddenly stabbed forward and pierced the head of the Taoist in Qingyi.

It means where to hit, there is no change, straight. It seems simple to get home, but in fact, in this thorn, Wang Chan's whole body has used all his strength to fly in the air, and the man and gun are integrated, forming a straight line.

Take people with a gun, as if it were natural.

In his posture, if someone can observe directly in front of him at this time, he will see that Wang Chan's whole person has disappeared, and only one shot is flying out of thin air, like a big gun of a dragon in the sky.

"Hidden Gun!"

The good moveer moves above the nine heavens, and the good collector hides under the nine earths. This is the soldier's gun method, combined with the method of military tactics, evolved the battlefield killing technique, the combination of man and gun, either seeing the gun, or seeing the gun but not seeing the person, like a flying dragon in the sky, a shot, invisible, by the time it is detected, the person is already dead.

Wang Chan's thorn, his body soared into the air, and he rushed forward with a gun. Naturally, there was a fierce atmosphere in the gun. It seemed that he would never take the gun if he did not nail the Taoist in blue on the opposite side to the ground.

At this time, the man's scalp also beat violently, and his hair seemed to be over the electric, and the roots were upright, but the man's eyes were still not flustered, staring at Wang Chan opposite.

With a sudden roar, suddenly a blue and purple light suddenly flew up in the hall. In mid-air, it crossed and rushed down, just like a swallow cutting water, sweeping through the low sky and tightly wrapped around Wang Chan's big gun.

"The combination of two swords!"

Wang Chan's heart suddenly moved. It was not until this time that he saw clearly that the purple light that had just flashed in front of him was also a flying sword.

This man is also the same as himself. He not only practiced the sword fairy flying sword, but also made two mouthfuls. One green and one purple, this is simply a replica of the two swords in Shushan Mountain in the novel.

The Taoist man's two flying swords were wrapped up. Wang Chan's body suddenly sank, and his whole body fell to the ground. At the same time, his body shook, his heel rotated, and the big gun in his hand also rotated like a windmill. It jingled, and he pulled out twenty or thirty in one breath like a whirlwind, and smashed the two flying swords fiercely. Up.

For a while, the sword spirit was soaring all over the sky, and the sparks were shooting everywhere.

In this blink of an eye, the two people come and go, you attack and defend, at least they have changed at least 17 or 18 moves, but they can't make their opponents fall into a clear end in a hurry.

With the magic power of the two of them, if they fight with others, as long as the mind turns, the sword light flashes immediately, and the other party will fall to the ground. Killing people is the most refreshing, but now when they meet, no one can do anything about it.

After this, Wang Chan also knew that the Taoist in front of him, whether it was swordsmanship or magic power, was not under his own. It was impossible to distinguish between life and death in a short time.

A person who has practiced the art of sword immortals to the level of inner elixir is really awesome. Only such a person is worthy of the word sword fairy.

After a few more moves, there was no distinction between victory or defeat. Wang Chan suddenly jumped back. The two sword lights were separated from left and right, but did not attack the enemy. On the contrary, he circled and cut off all the beams and pillars of the hall. Then he threw a big gun and roared against the wall beside him. Half of the wall was also swept down by Wang Zen.

"Since you don't ask me to kill people, I will collapse this hall and kill all these people."

(to be continued)